| This is that tuxedo masterpiece, recorded
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| In the Master Suites, been plotted since my last release
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| Surrounded by the best, let’s have a feast
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| Pretty young bitches come dance for me
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| See the future in my vision, a hustler’s convention
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| Turntables and that microphone, be the invention
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| You can’t monkey wrench 'em, police try to pinch 'em
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| Made a grand entrance, this is nonfiction
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| U-God and the streets and we all in hard bottoms
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| Written in newspaper as folded in four columns
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| The words are venom, get quoted by top models
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| The type to swan dive in my personal grotto
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| Foot on the throttle to the next frontier
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| Won’t stop rocking 'til the Milky Way’s near
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| Mingle, they the floor plans, it’s time to get bands
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| Gave this music is a twist, it’s time to re-brand
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| Increase my revenue with exceptional wordplay
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| Written to perfection, you could swear it was Scorse'
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| Sound provided by the incredible Jose
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| A scientist’s own mind, music is cold play
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| Please take a seat and enjoy my presentation
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| Came out of hibernation to present my new creation
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| Hates the motivation amongst the competition
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| Fangs out, salivating, blast you with venom |